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Andy 2
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
I am very coy with this. I go to a mall or some function like a flea
market
and observe the people around me. If I spot an easy target, I discretely
brush against him with my palm turned outward. As I brush against him I
position my hand so that I can feel a majority of contour of his butt and
the deepness of the crevasse. I can't get it out of my mind for a while.
Anyway, I may say "excuse me", but in most cases I don't call attention to
it, and just forge on past....never looking back. With my good peripheral
vision, I see the reaction. Sometimes it's bland and sometimes it's one
of surprise. I never let on to them I did that on purpose.
One time I almost laughed out loud at one reaction. I was a flea market
and I passed by this one young man and touched his butt. Just by our
respective positions at the time of contact, amplified the feel ten fold.
He jumped about two feet it seemed. It must have felt like a big goose.
I've never seen such a sensitive hiney. I felt a big laugh building up in
me.
In my peripheral vision, I could see him watching me everywhere I went for
a
long time. I couldn't even glance his way because I would break into a
laugh...
I just know I would.
"Charles, Charles, come back to me Charles." A voice said.
"Uh what?" I said.
Oidar said, "How would you like to contact those that you choose to brush
against? Or better yet, find them at any time you need? Talk to them?
Bathe
and sleep with them? Help them discover themselves when the time is
right?"
"Sounds like a Science Fiction movie." I said.
"No, no, quite the contrary." Said Oidar. "This will be our gift to you
for
helping us. If you are going for the feel, you may as well have the
pleasure
of completing your fantasy and making it real."
"There are laws we live by here." I said. "I could not possibly do all of
that
and get by with it. They would put me under the jail. I am 40+ years
old
and .........you know the rest."
"Yes, only if you were detected." Said Oidar. "You will have the ability
in
your body to manufacture a cell that is a duplicate of me except that
its'mind
is your mind, its'control is your control. When you brush against your
"target", if you will, you can release this cell. It will penetrate the
outer clothing and eventually gain entrance to his body and mind. There
you will gain instant contact. When the time is right, engage in conver-
sation or however you want to handle it. You can be here at home. Your
minds will have grown together. Every thought and every sensation will
be
brought to you. Your eyes are his eyes, his mind is his mind under the
guidance of yours'. For now, get some rest. Tomorrow, I will awaken you
and prepare you with the details of our venture."
I slept long and hard..it was about noon when I woke. I didn't hear
anything
from Oidar. It must have been a dream I had during the night. I might as
well
get up. I stretched and strained pulled on my front end a little and
checked
my anal temperature with the thermometer. Ninety-seven point four
degrees.
Normal enough for me. I usually run a little lower than the "normal". I
am
not running a fever, so things must be ok.
Getting up wasn't all that hard. I got dressed and drove out to the local
greasy spoon restaurant to get something to eat.
"More coffee?" A voice said.
I turned around to look in the direction of the voice and there was no one
near. I guess I was hearing the waitress asking another customer. I went
back to concentrating on my own cup of coffee.
"More coffee? How much of that can you drink?" The voice said.
This time I was getting pissed, but what could I do. There was no one
around.
I would look a little silly talking to myself and swinging my arms in the
air
at nothing.
Then the voice again. What the hell?
"Hello, Charles. I am Oidar. I trust you slept well." It said. "Don't
answer
out loud now, but do you remember your dreams of a few hours ago....just
think the answer."
It was all real..I had taken on an entity and I was living with it in my
body.
The whole story came back to me. As soon as I got dressed and my mind on
other
things, I had put it out of my mind. It was so ridiculous and quite
frankly,
I had forgotten most of it. Oidar contacted me just now in the restaurant
and related the situation to me again. Now I have committed it to memory.
Sure feels strange running your life with second hand information. I like
to,
at least, do the research. It was a relief though, that I wasn't from
Kooksville Funny Farm.
I thought of an answer and got a response. Time went by and Oidar left me
alone until I started my vacation in mid July.
"Hello Charles." Oidar said. "It is time to gather my material and go to
the central location."
"Let's go!" I said with pure excitement. "Where is it, where are we
going,
and do we need a big truck or something?........Something doesn't figure.
If time is the utmost, how come you were in the woods there sitting
around?
What if I didn't walk by? You would have been stuck there."
"Remember my race's power, Charles. I could have latched on to your
neighborhood cat and come up to you for a pet and tidbit and jump
off to you like a flea. But I knew of you basically from the time I
landed there in the woods. Your vibrations were like a beacon. You
just didn't happen into the woods. It was planned."
Shit! I hate to be used and manipulated. I could have gone all day
without
Oidar saying that. Under the circumstances, I may have done the same
thing.
"We have chosen our central location near a town known to you as
Lynchburg.
Do you know it?" He said.
"Lynchburg, Virginia, Lynchburg, Tennessee, Lynchburg what?" I said.
"Hold on, Charles, I am calculating." Said Oidar. "Lynchburg, Virginia.
you know about Lynchburg?"
"Where is the material you need and I need to know its size. I can't
carry
everything in my car." I said.
"We have it ready in a clearing near here in Buckingham. You know
Buckingham?"
He Said.
I was still a little miffed at being used like that, but I did agree to
help
and it wasn't all bad. After all, if it promoted a little peace and tran-
quility here and there, maybe this world would be a better place.
We made the trip to Buckingham, which was on the way to Lynchburg, and
picked
up the necessary items. The items were ten trash bags full of a Slate.
Slate
is an element indigenous to this area. It's all over the place. It's not
rare
here.
Lynchburg was another two hour relaxing drive West. I didn't know the
city
well, but I figured that Oidar had it down pat. He directed me to a rural
route
towards Bedford, Va., just outside of Lynchburg.
"Here." He said.
"Here" was a field near a farm building. I pulled off the road and found
a path that farm machinery went on, and went on to a clearing. I got out
and unloaded the Slate.
I had a lot of time to think on the way here. What were they going to do
with this little amount of Slate? I guess I would find out later.
And I did. I began to hear sounds of other cars and trucks arrive. The
driver of each vehicle got out and unloaded their respective cargo. It
varied from my Slate to Sugar. As I met each person there, I was told
a similar story as mine. These guys were from all parts of the state with
different wants' and different needs.
Oidar spoke to me.
"Get all your friends here to form a big circle over there in the
clearing."
We did that. And when the circle was complete, the ground began to shake
a
little and then there was a blinding flash of light. After our eyes
adjusted
to the shock of quick light to dark, there before us was an image of a
Monarch of some kind....complete with Mace and Crown. He was speaking,
but
the words formed in our mind.
He said.
"I wish to thank each and everyone here tonight. All of the materials
you collected for us will go to combat our maniacal ruler's evil ways.
They
will go together to form a highly potent compound that will reverse the
evil
one's mutations and bring our world back to peace and tranquility. We
will
see to it that nothing like this ever happens again.
Each of you were promised a reward. It is against our basic law to ask
for
help and not reward our host. Each reward has been decided for you by
the
entity you carried in your body. I am the combination of all entities
here
tonight.
Now I must ask one more task of you. Go back and get the materials, and
place
them on the spot you are standing now, return to your respective vehicles
and
get out of this immediate area for your own safety. Each one of you now
has
his reward.........good luck in your future endeavors and thank you
again."
Out of pure respect for this experience, we all left the area in awe.
None
of us were speaking much to each other because of our emotional state. We
just
left the farm to return to our respective homes, but not before I looked
back
towards the farm one more time to observe my first "UFO".
It was beautiful. Just like the one in Spielberg's "Close Encounters of
The
Third Kind". Lights, noise, the whole works. And in an instant, there
was
another large flash of light, and the craft vanished.
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CHAPTER 2
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Vacation for me was nearly ending and "cabin fever" was creeping in again.
I
called my friend Frankie and asked him to dinner at the mall joints and
possibly take in a movie or something. He didn't have a problem with
that,
so we went. I hadn't thought of Oidar too much after the incident. I
would
think from time to time if my part in it helped any at all, not much more
than that.
Frankie and I got to the mall about the same time and I began to scout out
possible "targets" to catch a quick feel of their hiney. This was nothing
new to me at all, I do this every chance I get. And then it hit me. I
remembered that Oidar got into my mind to reveal my inner most secrets.
Had
the part about the reward been true also?
No time like the present to check it out. Where was a target?
Ah.........there
..yes, there. Move up. Slowly...Palms out...Slowly..."CONTACT"!
He was a cute little bugger. About 5 feet tall, blond, tight-muscled
little
ass, and not a mark on his handsome face. He had very smooth, tanned skin
and
looked to me about thirteen. The "contact" was eventful. My fingers
formed
around the most perfect set of cheeks I had ever seen. My middle finger
was
positioned firmly in the crevasse. He was "loose". He was wearing
boxers.
"Loose", as opposed to "tight". That is to say, my finger had no trouble
going deep into the crevasse. He said "excuse me" to me. Me....Ha. As
if
it was his fault for bumping into me. If he had only known. I told him
that
it was no problem and went on about having dinner. Otherwise he didn't
even
notice the split second feel he received from me. Something else I should
mention here. The hand I used was tingling just as it did when Oidar
entered
me.
My emotional state at that time was riding high. I could not get over the
feel. I didn't connect, at first, this tingling sensation with Oidar.
But
later as the evening past, I begin to think more and more about it.
The evening with friend Frankie and I went well. Nothing special about
it, but
well. We stayed out until about 3:00 A.M. or so, seeing a $1.00 movie and
drinking coffee, etc, with other friends we met later. I got home about
15 minutes later tired again as usual. First thing I did was take off my
clothes and flop out on the bed. Hardly had time to roll under the sheet
before I was asleep.
I guess I started to dream. I had the sensation of a weight on me. I
opened
my eyes. I had pajamas on. I knew better than that. I don't wear
pajamas!
I sat bolt upright in the bed. What bed? What the hell is this? Maybe
I'll
try to observe and relax. I thought about Oidar's reward. How will I
comm-
unicate with my private cell? Do I call it by a name or just say "hey
cell"?
"Cell will do, sir." A voice inside my head retorted.
Oh shit, here we go again. Here goes. I said,
"Cell! Are you like Oidar?
"No!" Cell said. "I am you, and I am I, within a host.
"What the hell does that mean, Cell?" I said.
"Just that I am you by thought and word, and I am I, within the host. I
am a
part of the host's structure too." Cell said.
Sounds good to me. I guess I wouldn't want to be chased by those
antibodies.
"How do I get to you when I want to, Cell?" I said. Are you dormant
until I
call you? Or what?"
"I am like a resident program in a computer." Cell said. "When you call
me, I
activate. If you instruct me to do so, I will send messages to you when
our
friend here is in a position to be communicated with privately.
Remember, I
am a part of you. You are in control.
I could see myself driving down the road and I get a flash of an image and
run
off the road. I needed to think about this a while. I didn't want any
sur-
prizes. I needed to set some standards for what I wanted to do. For
example
find out his name, etc. Or connect to his mind, think as he thinks, see
as he
sees. I had a thousand questions.
I fell back to sleep just thinking about it. I had to put this new found
experience to the test, so when I got up in the daylight and got that
first
cup of coffee, I began to write down a series of procedures.
1) Connect with his eyes to observe his environment.
(Friends/family,etc.)
2) Connect with his other senses. (Learn particular
sensitivities..Ticklish?)
3) Connect with his mind. (Make him believe his ideas were original.)
(ex: Undressing in front of the mirror.)
4) Connect and communicate when ready.
Maybe I would come up with more later. Try these for now. I went into
the
living room and sat down in my comfortable chair and relaxed.
"Cell," I said, connect eyes.
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